A dozen men were watching my wife dancing sexily, bending over to show them the cheeks of her ass, leaning against them and letting them touch her briefly before she danced away from them. Desi xxx ”
“Wait… ”
“What is it?”
“Would you mind if… ”
“Tell me. There was no stage in the pub, and she only had a narrow space between the bar and the tables in which to dance. Just… ”
I formed a mental picture of a complete stranger fondling my wife’s tits, and before I could change my mind I told her that I would go and buy us another round of drinks. Fuck me harder,” just as I released a flood of come inside her. First she lifted one side, then the other, and then she lifted it in front, swiftly rubbing a hand over her crotch. Would you like that?” Suzy asked.
